When a bird sings
He sings of Grace
A hymn unlike no other
To give praises onto the morning sun before flight
A melody that combines peacefully with wind chimes
As the early morning winds softens his feathers
And before the sky, he holds his head high
While the ray's take hands with the colors amongst his feathers and dance
When a bird sings
He sings of confidence
Knowing the fruits of his labor will be well produced
And his restless wings will not lead him astray
He flies to and fro
As his wings beat against the hands of dusk
Then slumber in the arms of humidity and fulfillment
Soon as the morning sun peeks over the hills, a hymn of salvation.
©trishalove
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